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"GET YOUR ASS IN MY OFFICE NOW!", yelled my manager. I begrudgingly turned my head in his direction, although not daring to meet his gaze for that would be to challenge him.
"Y-yes sir.." I whimpered, almost in tears. I gathered up all my strength to my legs, but they would not budge. It must be the mandatory soylent that is required to be consumed 3 times a day, it gives you the side effect of shaky legs and low muscle quantity.
"WHAT THE HELL DID I SAY!", barked my manager. My panic rose and my legs finally started working. I jolted out of my chair and waddled my way to the office. Making my way through the nest of cubicles, heads turned to look at me. Rosy cheeked, round faced men with worried eyes glancing quickly my way, and back to their computers. The tension in the air was thicker due to the suffocating silence of the room, except for my footsteps piercing through it.
I enter my managers office, slightly stumbling over the raised carpet. Slowly closing the door behind me I see my manager at his desk, leaning back on his chair. The room was large, with a few bookshelves, a desk and some chairs. Brown walls with a false wooden design made the room feel dimmer, even with the bright sunlight shining through the window. A certificate of management hung upon the far wall behind him, with the beautiful calligraphy spelling "Chadd Donnerschwanz".
"What did I tell you about skipping out on the pre-planning stage?" bellowed Chadd.
The pre-planning stage of the blueprints... I deliberately skipped it because I found a way to do it more efficiently, I thought. But... I was to never disagree with my manager Chadd, for even his presence made my knees weak and gave me a deep fear in the pit of my stomach. Even though this would definitely help me rise up the company, I knew it was for naught because in order to be promoted to a management position you had to be over 5'11". I was 5'7".
"P-please sir, I was j-just tired.." I blurted out.
"95 % of this weeks pay will go to single moms with multi racial babies... and you will be using the anal chair." stated Chadd.
Not the anal chair... I thought. It was a chair with an anal plug, for anal training to please your wife's boyfriend. It was mandatory that your wife can have as many boyfriends as she wants, a law mandated in 2031. Laws are not just rules anymore, for even questioning them will have you sent straight to prison. They are laws. I had no problem as all my will to resist was sapped by the constant estrogen exposure through the food, and the soylent. And of course women are independant and forcing her to commit is patriarchy!
Suddenly, I had an idea. It was my wife's upcoming birthday, and I had not yet gotten her a present. Well... now I can take out two birds with one stone.
"Sir, can I request something of you please?," I mumbled. He looked up from his desk.
"It better be something worth asking..." Chadd muttered, clicking his pen.
"I would like to collect your sperm for my wife's birthday. She would be so pleased..." I said.
Chadd stood still. I could not see his gaze as I am always looking down at a 45 degree angle, but I could feel him piercing my soul with his eyes.
"Alright." he stated. "Proceed."
I slowly went down on my knees, and under his desk. I took out a vial from my suit pocket, and started to work away.
Fap fap fap... he ejaculated his hefty load into my vial, although spilling some all over my shirt.
"T-Thank you sir" I said.
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"Thank you honey!" exclaimed my wife as she held up the vial of white gooey liquid. "It's just what I wanted!"
She kissed her black boyfriend named Tyrese, and opened up the vial. She zipped open her EZ-access panties and squirted the liquid inside her vagina. Women didn't wear anything except EZ-access panties these days as anything more and that would be a tribute to the patriarchy. Women are free and strong!
She patted me on the head. "You've been such a good boy, I'll let you watch tonight when me and Tyrese have sex!" she said.
Yes! Finally I will be allowed to ejaculate. Its been a few weeks! I've done the dishes everyday and cleaned all of her and Tyrese's clothes!
She turned around. "Although, no ejaculating or masturbating. Tyrese said he found one of his cum-stained underwears that you didn't wash." she said.
I sighed in objection but it was pointless. Women are always right after all!
"Y-yes sir.." I whimpered, almost in tears. I gathered up all my strength to my legs, but they would not budge. It must be the mandatory soylent that is required to be consumed 3 times a day, it gives you the side effect of shaky legs and low muscle quantity.
"WHAT THE HELL DID I SAY!", barked my manager. My panic rose and my legs finally started working. I jolted out of my chair and waddled my way to the office. Making my way through the nest of cubicles, heads turned to look at me. Rosy cheeked, round faced men with worried eyes glancing quickly my way, and back to their computers. The tension in the air was thicker due to the suffocating silence of the room, except for my footsteps piercing through it.
I enter my managers office, slightly stumbling over the raised carpet. Slowly closing the door behind me I see my manager at his desk, leaning back on his chair. The room was large, with a few bookshelves, a desk and some chairs. Brown walls with a false wooden design made the room feel dimmer, even with the bright sunlight shining through the window. A certificate of management hung upon the far wall behind him, with the beautiful calligraphy spelling "Chadd Donnerschwanz".
"What did I tell you about skipping out on the pre-planning stage?" bellowed Chadd.
The pre-planning stage of the blueprints... I deliberately skipped it because I found a way to do it more efficiently, I thought. But... I was to never disagree with my manager Chadd, for even his presence made my knees weak and gave me a deep fear in the pit of my stomach. Even though this would definitely help me rise up the company, I knew it was for naught because in order to be promoted to a management position you had to be over 5'11". I was 5'7".
"P-please sir, I was j-just tired.." I blurted out.
"95 % of this weeks pay will go to single moms with multi racial babies... and you will be using the anal chair." stated Chadd.
Not the anal chair... I thought. It was a chair with an anal plug, for anal training to please your wife's boyfriend. It was mandatory that your wife can have as many boyfriends as she wants, a law mandated in 2031. Laws are not just rules anymore, for even questioning them will have you sent straight to prison. They are laws. I had no problem as all my will to resist was sapped by the constant estrogen exposure through the food, and the soylent. And of course women are independant and forcing her to commit is patriarchy!
Suddenly, I had an idea. It was my wife's upcoming birthday, and I had not yet gotten her a present. Well... now I can take out two birds with one stone.
"Sir, can I request something of you please?," I mumbled. He looked up from his desk.
"It better be something worth asking..." Chadd muttered, clicking his pen.
"I would like to collect your sperm for my wife's birthday. She would be so pleased..." I said.
Chadd stood still. I could not see his gaze as I am always looking down at a 45 degree angle, but I could feel him piercing my soul with his eyes.
"Alright." he stated. "Proceed."
I slowly went down on my knees, and under his desk. I took out a vial from my suit pocket, and started to work away.
Fap fap fap... he ejaculated his hefty load into my vial, although spilling some all over my shirt.
"T-Thank you sir" I said.
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"Thank you honey!" exclaimed my wife as she held up the vial of white gooey liquid. "It's just what I wanted!"
She kissed her black boyfriend named Tyrese, and opened up the vial. She zipped open her EZ-access panties and squirted the liquid inside her vagina. Women didn't wear anything except EZ-access panties these days as anything more and that would be a tribute to the patriarchy. Women are free and strong!
She patted me on the head. "You've been such a good boy, I'll let you watch tonight when me and Tyrese have sex!" she said.
Yes! Finally I will be allowed to ejaculate. Its been a few weeks! I've done the dishes everyday and cleaned all of her and Tyrese's clothes!
She turned around. "Although, no ejaculating or masturbating. Tyrese said he found one of his cum-stained underwears that you didn't wash." she said.
I sighed in objection but it was pointless. Women are always right after all!
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